Sometimes life throws little moments of perfection in with the hectic-ness of day-to-day living.
For me, it’s sitting in my kitchen, listening to the Shostakovich Preludes and Fugues, contemplating the meaning of religion and my own spirituality during the holiest days of the year while allowing the soft sound of crickets from outside seep in to my consciousness between fortes.
(Third time's a charm, right?!)
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